Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Just wanted to share with you one of the reason's why Niki got distracted from posting to her blog this year.
As you may have heard, this conference was a huge part of Niki's life for the four months leading up to it. She was chair of the planning committee which meant that she was busy and that she did everything! Well, OK, maybe not everything, but she did put everything she had into it, and to me sometimes it felt like everything. Though I know that there were a bunch of other wonderful women who also "did everything." (I would list out their names but, I would not want to forget someone, especially since Niki does not know that I am posting on her blog! And I know that she was very appreciative of her leaders, the other chairs, and everyone else who took part.)
From all reports it was well worth it. They had about 500 women, representing 26 different faiths who attended. All I heard was that everyone loved it and that the women of different faiths are all excited for next year.
(If you look close through the pictures in both articles, you can see the back of Niki's head. She is sitting on the right side of the picture, right next to our Stake President.)
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
Louis De Bernieres
Monday, February 6, 2012
“…We see a haystack by Monet, an iris by Van Gogh, or an asparagus spear by Manet and marvel at their presence and spirit and think that these works were about haystacks, irises, and asparagus. Not at all! Monet, Van Gogh, Manet employed haystacks, irises, asparagus to speak of the symphonies of light, the glory of God’s creations, the life force residing in all forms. We care about those paintings more than we care about stacks of hay, flowers, and vegetables because we care more about light, God and life than we do about any of their particular manifestations. Meaning, not beauty, is what we are after. Big, deep, wide meaning.”
Peter London, from the book No More Secondhand Art
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
First he steals his sister's hat and absolutely refuses to return it. Then I find him later with this suspicious looking item in his mouth. He kept it in exactly that position for a good 20 minutes. (in case you're wondering, it's a sand covered carrot stick).